“Mom, how did you meet dad?” My nine years old daughter suddenly asked as she took a seat beside me. “Why are you suddenly wanted to know?” I brushed her hair and smiled. “I’m just curious.” She shrugged.

“Okay, it’s all started when…”

“Wait, mom! We want to know too!” Suddenly, my two boys appeared from nowhere and sat in front of us. “Aishh, go away! You guys abandoned me just now.” My daughter pouted at her brothers.

“Shh, we want to hear mom’s story, not yours.” They ignored her.

“Now, start your story mom.” They smiled. I chuckled.

“It’s all happen when…”